I lift the blanket slowly and peek from under it, making sure he doesn’t notice me observing him. He’s holding a tablet in one hand, reading from it, while sipping coffee with the other one.
Has he slept at all? I wouldn’t put it past him to have stayed up all night guarding me like my own personal knight in shining armor.
The first thing I notice is that his hair is messier than usual, which tells me that he must’ve run his hand through it more than he normally does. It happens when he’s anxious about something, or when he doesn’t know what to do, so there is definitely something weighing on his mind. If I’m lucky, it’s me and how amazing it felt to have my hand on his big cock.
Because itwasbig. I only felt it through his pants and mostly with my ass, but it was rock-hard and hot and thick and definitely past average length. My eyes drop to his crotch, though I can’t see much as he’s crossed one leg over the other. I can picture what’s hiding there regardless, pulling on my memory from last night as my mouth fills with saliva.
I want to suck him. I want to get up from this bed, sit between his legs and make him come with my mouth so hard his brain short-circuits.
“You should get up if you are awake. You have yet to tell me what you found out last night,” Aran says sternly, cocking an eyebrow as our gazes meet.
I shove the blanket over my head, my face burning.Shit, did he catch me ogling him?My heart launches into a mad dash, pounding loudly in my ears as I clasp my warm cheeks.
Why am I embarrassed when I ogle him all the time? He’s used to it, and so am I.
But even if I tell myself that, something feels different. Something has changed and now just the thought of showing my likely flushed face in front of him causes hundreds of butterflies to gather in my stomach.
The chair moves and I hear fabric rustling, then footsteps. A few seconds later, the bed dips with added weight.
“Tien. I was really worried. I still am. I need to know that nothing happened to you while I wasn’t around,” Aran says in a voice both gentle and fond.
Swoon. I’m dead.
Does he realize what he’s saying? Andhowhe’s saying it?
My cheeks burn even more as funny things happen to my stomach. After what we did, I don’t really know what to do with myself. I want to look at him and at the same time I want to remain hidden from his captivating brown eyes or they might see past any attempt I make to act normal today.
“Tien. Look at me.”
Ugh. Why does my name sound so nice when he’s the one saying it? That has always been the case, but it’s suddenly ten times worse.
Begrudgingly and with my heart sprinting wildly, I peel the blanket off myself and sit up in the bed. Aran’s imploring gaze settles on my face and he reaches with one hand to stroke my heated cheek.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, rubbing his thumbs along my jawline.
I should grin and pretend the hand job he gave me isn’t a big deal, but it kind of is. And those kisses…
“Horny…” We stare at each other for a couple loud heartbeats. “I mean hungry! I’m like super hungry. We should have breakfast and talk because I my brain doesn’t work on an empty stomach.”
Aran chuckles and stands, giving me an amusement-laced once-over. “I’ll make you something.” He points at the clothes on the nightstand. They are mine and they are folded, even though I’m pretty sure I left them in a pile on the floor yesterday. “Get dressed and join me in the lounge.”
“Wait!” I grab him by the sleeve and hop out of bed in my boxers.
His nostrils flare as his eyes drink me in from head to toe. I feel my entire body flush and wish I was wearing at least a T-shirt, so I am a bit less exposed because,oh my god, I don’t think I’m ready for this.
My dick, on the other hand, finds this situation very agreeable. In no time, it’s tenting my underwear, before I can even attempt to hide it. Aran’s eyes flick down to it, the black in them growing. He inches in closer, draping his long and elegant but deadly fingers over my shoulder.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he tells me in a voice that’s a notch hoarser.
Well, yes. It’s not a good idea because it’s, in fact, a great idea, if his hungry eyes that can’t stop roaming me are anything to go by. At the same time though, I’ve suddenly forgotten all the knowledge I have obtained from watching romance series and porn, so seducing him kind of flies out the window.
Aran leans in, tilting my head as he brings his lips to my ear. A thrill slides down my spine at his closeness, prickly and invigorating.
I do the only thing I can before I explode from embarrassment and his teasing. I toss an arm around his neck and attack his mouth. If I can’t manage words, I might as well render his aloof and cool self speechless too, right?
Well, it kind of backfires, because he’s kissing me back. With passion and like he’s been waiting for this all night. His tongue is slick and dominant, hungry for me as it pushes past my teeth, as it maps every corner. I can’t get enough of it as time freezes and just the two of us exist in this moment.
All I can smell is Aran. All I can taste and feel is him. My world has narrowed down to him, to the way he devours me as if I am the one thing that keeps his heart beating. It’s a first, and I am immediately addicted.
